I am flying into the wind like a stupefied duck
At the Big Casino trying my luck
I celebrate my idiocy by taking $200 from the cash machine
It is gone in fifteen minutes, I am a mighty Philistine
Sucked into every trap set toward the future
As if luck were some kind of suture
To heal all the wounds cut by hope and fear
To stop me from coming back here
Coming back to the same place
Where I look in my phone and I see your face
Frozen in a permanent smile
Fresh and perfect like a new-born child